Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1887-07-02
and besides that the blood is liable to

and besides that the blood is liable to
all rush to his head.
Drunken cab drivers, too, should
not be permitted to drive in the park,
for only little while ago one of
them is said to have fallen from his
high perch and injured his crest.
A park policeman should be spe-
cially detailed as a breath tester to
stand at each enlrace and smell the
breath of all drivers and other patrons
of the park. Let us enforce the law.
But the most curious feature about
the exhibition afternoon spin in the
park is the great prevalence Of
mourning symbols. Almost, if not
quite, one-third of the carriages one
meets are decorated with black in
every possible way, till sometimes it
looks like runaway funeral process
sion.
Why people should come to Cen
trail Park to advertise their woe by
means of long, black, mourning
tassels at their horses heads and a
draped driver with broad bands Of
bombazine concealing the russell tops
of his boots, sometimes dressed in
black throughout, is more than | can
understand.
The honest, earnest and genuine
affection of a good woman for q
worthy man, alive or dead, is too
sacred to treat lightly, and the love
that survives the wreck and ruin of
gathering years has inspired more
than one man to deeds of daring,
whereby he has won everlasting
renown; but the woe that is divided
up among the servants and shared
| in by the horses is not good taste; it
is not in good order, and there are
flies on it.
1t is like saying to the world come
and see how l suffer. 1t is parading
your sore toe in Central Park, where
people with sore toes are not supposed
to Congregate. 1t is like widow
wailing her woe through the "Want"
column of a healthy morning paper.
1t is, in effect saying to christendom,
come and hear me snort and see me
paw up the ground in my paroxysm
of wild and uncomfortable anguish.
MY grief is of such penetrating
nature and of that searching variety
that it has broken out at the barn,
and even the horses that | bought
two weeks after the funeral, with a
part of the life insurance money,
have gone into mourning, and the
coachman, who got here day before
yesterday, from Liverpool, has tied
himself up in black b0mbazine and
| takes special delight In advertising
our sorrow.
/ do not believe that it will always
be popular to wear mourning for cur
friends unless we feel a little doubt
full about were they went.
Black is offensive to the eye, offer.
sive to the nose, and it makes your
flesh crepe to touch 1t. Will the
proofreader please deal gently with
the above joke and will do as much
for him some time.
But wealth has its little eccentriei.
ties and we must bear with them.
But he alone is indeed rich who does
not look under the bed every night
for an indictment. Look at poor old
Mr.. Sharp, with his stock of alder
men depreoiating on his hands-men
for whom he paid big price only q
few years ago and who would not
attract attention now on ten-cent
counter, while he don't feel very
well himself.
Now, i would not swap places
with ]. Sharp and ride through
Central Park behind a pair of rip
snorting horses, with mourning
rosettes on their heads, and fee
that / must hurry back to help select
an unprejudiced jury. ! would rath
er hang on to the brow of Broad
way car till ] got to the Fifty-secont
street, and then stroll over to the
menagerie and feed red pepper to th'
sacred cow and have a good, plain
quiet time than to wear fine clothe.
and be wealthy and hate myself al
the time.